Documented Minor Emotional Breakdowns

Her hand is stinging, but it’s her heart that’s giving her the most pain. She paces around the Gryffindor prefect bathroom and watches her girlfriend sit still on the closed lid of a toilet.
“You didn’t have to hit him, Sansa.” Margaery says to her.
Sansa stops walking and stares at her girlfriend incredulously. “He called you a whore, Margaery! And you didn’t even defend yourself!”
Margaery sighs loudly and walks to the mirror to fix her hair. She ignores Sansa. It infuriates Sansa when Margaery becomes silent during their arguments. She hates being ignored, especially by Margaery.

It was just after Sansa’s Potions class. She was heading towards the library to meet her girlfriend when she saw Ramsay Bolton walking with Margaery. Margaery walking with someone wasn’t an unusual sight at all, but Ramsay and Margaery never interacted, as far as Sansa knew. She walked a little faster to hear them talking, wondering what could Ramsay possibly say to Margaery. He turned out to be hitting on her.
“Come on, Tyrell. I want to know if it’s true about what they say about you in bed,” he crooned to her.
To Sansa’s shock, Margaery just laughed. “Oh wouldn’t you wish to find out?”
Ramsay grabbed her arm and stopped walking. “Let’s go then.”
Margaery eyed his hand on her arm and saw Sansa in her peripheral vision. “Take your hand off of me, Bolton.” She said flatly.
Ramsay leaned his face closer to her instead. “Don’t leave me with blueballs, Tyrell. I can show you a good time.” But he took his hand off.
Margaery started walking ahead. “I’m not interested.”
He ran to catch up with her and Sansa followed him. She was already seething. Margaery getting hit on was a common thing, but Ramsay was already under watch and close to expulsion from Hogwarts due to his aggressive behaviour. “Wait, Tyrell! What do you want?”
Margaery stopped walking and turned to face him again. “What I want, Ramsay, is for you to leave me alone. I’m not sleeping with you.”
“Why not?” Ramsay whined, like a petulant child. “You’ve slept with pretty much everyone.”
Margaery scoffed.
“Shut up, Bolton. Leave.” Sansa said flatly, finally coming up to the two.
Margaery stared at Sansa. Sansa knew that look. It was Margaery’s disapproving face. Sansa had seen it so many times, but she ignored this.
Ramsay looked at her in surprise. “For a Ravenclaw, you’re bloody stupid. This doesn’t concern you, Stark.”
Sansa clenched her fists. “Margaery is my friend and you’re being disrespectful.”
Margaery placed a hand on the small of Sansa’s back and murmured, “I can fight my own battles, Sansa.”
“Yeah,” Ramsay said angrily. “So leave us alone, Stark.”
“No,” Margaery said, facing Ramsay. “You can leave us alone, Bolton. I said no already.”
Ramsay’s nose flared in anger. “What would it take, Tyrell?” he asked, his voice raised now. “Go on, name your price, Tyrell. Maybe I have some secrets you’d like to know? Something I’m willing to trade? Tell me and I’ll give it to you.”
“Go fuck yourself, Ramsay.” Margaery replied angrily, turning away. She’s furious now and Sansa quickly followed her.
“I’d rather fuck you, whore!” called out Ramsay.
Sansa couldn’t help herself. She walked back and slapped Ramsay as hard as she could, just as Professor McGonagall arrived in the hallway.
“Ramsay Bolton! Come with me. And twenty points from Ravenclaw for violence, Ms. Stark.”

“I defended you, the least you could say is thank you.” Sansa is angry now. Margaery had stalked to a bathroom, a Gryffindor bathroom, to cool down. Sansa followed, ready to comfort Margaery, but instead she got her girlfriend’s disapproval. “Why didn’t you say anything? Do you agree with him? Do you think of yourself as a whore?”
Margaery stops fixing her hair and looks pointedly at her girlfriend. “It’s not that, Sansa. It wasn’t your place.”
“I’m your girlfriend, Margaery!”
“Nobody knows that!” Margaery retorts. “Or are you finally ready to tell everyone?”
Sansa clenches her jaw. “You know I’m not,” she whispers.
Margaery stands closer to her. Putting a hand to Sansa’s face, she says, “I know that. I was just concerned to how you came across.” She looks into Sansa’s eyes for a second and pressed her lips softly against Sansa’s. “Thank you.” She smiles and envelopes Sansa in a hug.
Sansa wraps her arm around Margaery. “I just love you so much.” She mumbles, her face against Margaery’s neck.
“I know,” Margaery smiles softly at her girlfriend. “Let’s go make out in the library?”
Sansa grins and opens a stall door, glancing at Margaery, who smirks at her in reply. “We can stay here and do more.”